Sipping Sangria by day, and sculling it by night meant my planned detox and liver cleanse would have to be put on ice until I was out of the fast paced, but ultra cool, Barcelona. A city that would spell the perfect end to five weeks on the road. Since parting company with Jonesy and the cash strapped other, both Azz and I had shared many of our travelling responsibilities. But, as a general rule - Azz was in charge of movements by day, and (more importantly) I was held responsible for our actions come nightfall. However, on one particular night in Barcelona Azz insisted the nights itinerary include a Flamenco Show. Thats right, you read correctly - a Flamenco Show. An idea, that I intially thought was rather homosexual. Alas, upon gingerly taking my seat,
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